It may offend us to hear our own thoughts expressed by others: we are not sure enough of their souls.

To say of men that they are bad is to say they are worse than we think we are, or worse than the ideal man whose image we have built up on the basis of a certain few.

On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.

Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.

We give others praise which we ourselves don't believe, as long as they respond with praise we can believe.

One must credit an hypothesis with all that has had to be discovered in order to demolish it.

There are things that don't deserve to be said briefly.